[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
In all my years standing on one hundred twelfth
Never seen Santa, no elves
Seen a couple mans go to jail
Trying to get Christmas money off gram sales
And that ain't work out (it's a shame)
They say Santa know you good or you bad
Gotta make an exception -- we in the hood, living fast
The cash that we get, I admit it's kind of fast
But we gotta pay the rent, put some clothes on our assI'm thinking foreign so Christmas morning
Cars with ? on them make the broads get up on 'im
Niggas upstate, well, this one is for 'em
Until you come home, I'mma keep on ballingSo you can tell Kris Kringle
When he in the party he can bump my single

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